Chapter 515 White Skirt Fu Bibo

He looked deeply at An Bochen, and the old man Huang Tian turned around.

When he turned around, An Bochen only felt that the whole zenith seemed to rotate with the old man Huang Tian. This was not an illusion, but an unusually real feeling.

However, that sky is not the sky in Yinjing City, but the sky derived from the top of Huang Tian's head, which is one with him, regardless of each other. Under this sky, the old man Huang Tian should be respected. Whether it is Zhang Qi, non-evil or An Bochen, they are all like ants.

What a fairy!

This is not the first time that An Bochen has seen the real immortals. With the progress of An Bochen's practice, every time he sees the real immortals, he can bring him a new feeling. The changes mastered by the true immortals are outrageous and difficult to spect. They are by no means what the peak of the six heavens can compete with. Even if they break through to the dual polar world, it is a heaven and one earth, unless they have crossed That threshold.

"Kid, this is a kindness from His Royal Highness. It's up to you."

With his back to An Bochen, the old man Huang Tian laughed and stepped into the "yellow sky" above his head. There seemed to be a giant dragon rolling in the "yellow sky". He rode up the dragon and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

What kind of spell is this?

An Bochen was slightly shocked. At this time, he obviously felt a chill behind him, but Zhang Qi and non-evil looked at him at the same time.

Are these two guys so insecure?

An Bochen is secretly funny. Prince Yin's move has three intentions. One is to make friends with An Bochen, the other is to alienate An Bochen and Zhang Qi, and the third is to continue to exert power to Zhang Qi, otherwise the prince will not send a real immortal to give gifts.

"What a defiant Prince Yin, do you really think that An is an unfaithful person?"

An Bochen turned angrily and smashed the jade box to the ground. The baby's fist-sized elixir exuded a strong fragrance and falling stone steps. An Bochen didn't even look at it.

Zhang Qi was obviously relieved. He took the elixir in his hand and looked at it for a long time and said, "The prince is willing to do it. Brother An, this is the magic elixir, which can reduce the heart demon into a demon's servant.

"But he can't buy me."

An Bochen turned his back to Zhang Qi and said word by word. Zhang Qi was moved by the demeanor of Yi Bo Yuntian.

smiled, and Zhang Qi threw Fu Mo Dan to An Bochen: "Don't worry, his alienation is too naive. How can he succeed? However, this magic elixir is a good thing. When Brother An crosses the true immortal disaster soon after, a heart demon will come. Taking this elixir can not only eliminate the heart demon, but also refine the heart demon into a slave for your own use. How can such a good thing be wasted?

An Bochen has never encountered the invasion of the heart demon when he crossed the disaster before. Naturally, he doesn't know why, but he also heard that this magic elixir is a good thing that Zhang Qi likes. He secretly thought about the intention of this Prince Yin. He knew that he would not be easily moved, but he treated him so well. To know that adding a point of strength is equivalent to adding one to Zhang Qi. Divide the strength.

Thinking of Simajin's evaluation of Prince Yin, An Bochen sighed secretly and put Fu Mo Dan in his arms.

Prince Yin behaves unreasonably, which is unpredictable. Sure enough.

"I didn't expect that even the old man Huang Tian had been taken over by the prince. How many talented people are there in his house?" The non-evil superior sighed secretly.

An Bochen's heart moved a little and asked, "Who is the old man in Huangtian?"

The non-evil superiors obviously have a lot of knowledge, and he explained to An Bochen without thinking about it: "The old man Huang Tian has no sect and no sect. He is a famous scattered immortal in heaven and earth. His whereabouts are strange. Every time there is a conflict between heaven and earth, his figure will appear, such as Dong Tianfudi and Wuzhen more than a hundred years ago. The war between the seas. The parties either wooed in or swooed, but they couldn't help the old man Huangtian. He calls himself Huang Tian, and he can recruit dragons and phoenixes from Huang Tian, which is mysterious.

"Such a unique person is willing to be a person." Zhang Qi sighed. As soon as he said it, he felt bad. He stared at An Bochen nervously and was relieved to see that An Bochen was not abnormal.

"Non-evil predecessors say that when the old man Huang Tian appears, there will always be a quarrel. Could it be the present..."

An Bochen suddenly said.

Zhang Qi was stunned and thought deeply at the same time.

For a long time, Zhang Qi shook his head and said with a wry smile, "It doesn't help to think about this. The most urgent thing is to send Brother An to the third princess's house. Don't delay any longer."

While talking, Zhang Qi took out a bird cage from his treasure bag, which contained more than a dozen gray sparrows. Looking carefully, they did not look like ordinary sparrows. Their eyes were reddish brown, not blinking or flashing, slightly confused.

"Is this?" An Bochen asked doubtfully.

"It's a secret that I joined hands with the Third Princess Mansion. We must not be found by the prince." Zhang Qi, with a solemn face, pointed to the birds in the cage and said, "These are all birds that are not refined by evil people. There is no aura inside or outside the body. It is ordinary and is no different from ordinary birds. Brother An, please take this bird into the Third Princess's Mansion, in case of emergency.

Looking at the birds in the cage, An Bochen felt ridiculous. He saw a sparrow-like bird driving a pavilion that was reduced to half the size of a nail cap at their feathers.

Seeing that Zhang Qi and the evil superiors were looking at him with a smile, An Bochen had no choice but to shrink his body.

Everything around him has become a huge thing, including Zhang Qi and non-evil superiors.

This is the first time that An Bochen has used the art of change to make himself smaller. A new feeling surged into his mind. Everything in the world seems to slow down at the same time. Even Zhang Qi and non-evil superiors, their every move is a little more cumbersome and less flexible in An Bochen's eyes.

An Bochen couldn't help thinking that when he was traveling in Penglai, the old turtle in the teapot became smaller and smaller the longer he lived. In the dark, An Bochen seemed to have groped for another brand-new mystery under the Zhoutian, floating in his mind, looming.

"Brother An, please."

Zhang Qi's words were like thunder, roaring in An Bochen's ear, interrupting An Bochen's thoughts.

No more thinking about it, An Bochen jumped on the back of the sparrow and walked into the pavilion on the feathers. There are still a few lines of couplets engraved on the pavilion column, all of which are related to monaste. It can be so meaningful to carve a pavilion the size of a nail cap, which can only be a fairy method such as a non-evil master.

The sparrow flapped its wings, jumped out of the window lattice, fluttered its wings, and rushed to the sky in a blink of an eye.

There are immortals walking around everywhere in the capital. No one has found anything unusual about the sparrow flying out of the National Normal University, and no one has found An Bochen sitting in the sparrow pavilion.

The snow stopped and the sun opened, and wisps of sunshine fell from the sky. After the battle on the long street, Yinjing City suddenly became bright. The two mansions fight against each other, day and night, but today there is a long-lost fresh vitality, at least in the eyes of An Bochen.

It was getting closer and closer to the Third Princess Mansion, and An Bochen's heartbeat also accelerated.

No matter how charming Simajin is in the description of Zhang Qi and others, in An Bochen's heart, she will always be the same as when she first met in the night in Liujing, but today, why doesn't An Bochen want to see her true face?

Before long, the sparrow crossed the gorgeous and noble door beam of the Third Princess's Mansion and jumped in.

Through the corridor courtyard, the big and small palace houses, the sparrow carried An Bochen into a secluded and deep courtyard.

The stream flows in the small courtyard, and there is a water pavilion in the stream. An Bochen's eyes fell on the water pavilion and could no longer be moved away.

In the past, the cherry blossoms were dyed with ink clouds, and this year's white skirt brushed the blue waves.

The woman in an elegant white skirt turned her back to An Bochen and sat quietly by the water edge of the water. The stream wind blew, and her clothes fluttered like a Lingbo fairy. She had a beautiful jade neck and a small waist that was not clenched. Her slender and full legs were wrapped in a plain skirt. Her curves were seductive. Her shiny jade feet were raccooning the stream at will, just her back. It's so beautiful that people can't breathe.